"Three hundred..." Zhao Jun scanned his surroundings. All of his dogs were injured. The wounds weren't severe, but he knew that if they faced the Pig King, the Dog Gang likely wouldn't make it out in one piece, even at full strength.
Once the dogs started fighting the boar, their survival would be out of his hands.
Seeing Zhao Jun remain silent, Zhou Jianjun didn't press him. After a moment, Zhao Jun finally spoke. "Brother-in-law, I really can't make any promises. How about this? I'll head up the mountain tomorrow to check things out, and we can talk after that."
"That works..."
Just then, Wang Meilan's voice called out from the house, letting them know dinner was ready. Zhou Jianjun hurried over to the hand pump and worked the handle for Zhao Jun to wash his face and hands. Once Zhao Jun was finished, they went inside to eat together.
Lunch today was relatively simple: stewed tofu and potatoes, canned luncheon meat, canned hairtail fish, and Zhao Youcai's favorite—Tiger Salad.
